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He was leading a black dog by a rope which squeezed past him into the room and he did not appear to think it necessary to remove his cap, as he said with a foreign accent: "Dog lost I got him, yes, I brought him." The dog was black, but much larger than Pixy, was shaggy and unkempt, and had a cross and savage look, very different from the well-kept and gentle Pixy.
"The street boys are getting more tormenting all the time." At length a kind-hearted woman told them that she had seen a black dog on the next street, and they ran in breathless haste to see it, but alas! it was not Pixy, for while resembling him, it did not recognize the name of Pixy, nor the voice of Fritz calling it. "This is my dog, boys!
Pixy had kept his eyes upon the stranger and when he saw his hand glide down to the pocket, he gave a low growl. "Be quiet, Pixy!" said his master. "Don't you know a friend from an enemy? Excuse my dog's bad manners, please; he is not in a good humor. Some street boys attacked us, and he had to fight them off." "Don't say a word, my dear boy. He is a faithful servant.
"Pixy's mane is prettier than the lion's," said Fritz. "Oh, my Pixy!" "Yesterday it was your gold-piece, now it is Pixy," grumbled Franz impatiently. "You should be glad that your dog is running in the open air, instead of being fastened up in a cage." "Yes, I am glad of that, but, oh, I cannot keep from crying when I think of the street boys, and how they may chase him."
Boys, what have you in yours?" "All are well," responded Fritz, "but father says I should not have brought Pixy. He says that he will not only be a trouble to us and to Aunt Fanny, but it will do the dog no good." "I have never thought to ask where you got Pixy," remarked his aunt, "perhaps you can tell me, Fritz." "Yes, aunt. He belonged to a neighbor who did not want him so gave him away.
Steiner on the porch watching for them. She was sad to see that Pixy was not with them, but cheered Fritz by saying that Uncle Braun generally succeeded in what he undertook, and all ate dinner with hope in their hearts. But when they arose from the table and Fritz saw Pixy's plate on the back porch, he threw his arms about his aunt, and wept.
Furman, "the true friend of our poor dependent dumb creatures attends to their wants first; the really kind master will not let them wait while he satisfies his own hunger and thirst." Fritz was ashamed of his treatment of Pixy, and was glad to pour some of the water into a basin which the innkeeper reached to him.
Pixy knew by the change of tone that peace had again spread its blessed wings over the "three-leaved clover," and to show his approbation he fawned upon all three with impartial effusiveness. "I am sorry that I said that he had no sense like city dogs that were running quietly along-side of wagons, but must try to jump on the car whenever it stopped," said Paul penitently.
"He will have to eat on his way to Frankfort," remarked Paul. "Yes, but mother put up a great deal more than I can eat in this one day, and I will share with Pixy." "And I," and "I, too," said the others, for in their hearts they were glad to have his company; "but are you going to lead him all the way with that rope?"
I remembered that the grey wolf's skin on which I slept had come hence, and I minded the calf that the pack had slain close to the village a year ago, and I thought of the girl who went mazed and useless about the place, having lost her wits through being pixy led, as they said, long ago.
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